It all started when we were born. We cried, our parents cried, and more than likely everyone else who was arround cried. It wasn't a sad cry, but instead it was tears of joy. It was the first day of our journey, nobody told us it would be easy, and now I know why.
Life is full of good, and full of bad. Some of us have been through more than others, and some have had to be the person that help us girls who have almost given up on life more than once. I personally have been through more than my fair share of hard times, so that is why im here to tell you that no matter how hard things get, they can always get better.
High School-The Bad Parts- one of the hardest times in a girls life. High school is full of hard classes, mean teachers, horrible girls that are willing to do anything to make your life hell, douche bag guys that love breaking your heart and laughing about it with his "bros" and the next "lucky whore" he finds, and "friends" that end up stabbing you in the back.
High School-The Good Parts- finding a best friend who will always be there for you no matter how hard life is for either of you, acing the test that you have been studying for for over a month, meeting your counselor that loves to help you out, and sometimes finding a boy that hates how other guys have treated you and is willing to kill those guys. (even though you would love to see them die you have to remember they aren't worth it.)
I want to tell you about my high school experience Keep in mind I lived in a small town where everybody knew you and everything about you.
Freshman year- It started out great, I had great friends (so i thought), I was talking to super cute guys who "would do anything for me," my family was absolutely perfecft, and I had great classes! I was living the freshman dream! Half way through my freshman year one of my best friends screwed over my other best friend. She stole her boyfriend that she loved more than anything, yes he is obviously a douche, and she is obviously a Skank. That skank became my worst enemy, and she was the "horrible girl willing to do anything to make my high school life hell." I was dating this guy that i had liked since the seventh grade. It was going really well, he was super nice and everything a girl could ask for, but for some reason it wasn't good enough. While dating him I was friends with many other guys, and non of them seemed to compare. It looked like I was going to be with him for a very long time.
Sophmore year- Sophmore year my life fell apart. The friends I had my freshman year were no longer my friends, all of them had screwed me over one way or another, and for some reason back then I thought it was my fault. During the summer before I met the guy that would end up being my first love. Let's call him Mr. Crazy. I thought Mr. Crazy was perfect, he hung out with me every break, we went to lunch every day, he'd take me home, stay late, he was amazing. I broke up with my boyfriend for him. We ended up dating, and I ended up falling, falling very hard. Everything went great for a long time. He was there for me when other people weren't. He was there for me through the hardest part of my life. This year I found out that my dad had had an affair. I was in shock. My dad was the pefect dad, my parents were never supposed to get a divorce, my dad always told me he'd never let me down, and he'd always be there for me. The day I found out was the day I realized people lie, and people that were never supposed to let you down will. My dad was the first person to break my heart, and its true when people say "the first cut is the deepest" nobody has ever hurt me as much as my dad. Meanwhile Mr. Crazy was there for me when nobody else cared to hear about how depressed I was, and nobody wanted to be the person whose shoulder I'd cry on. Later on my sophmore year Everything got harder then before. I got sick a lot, my dad moved out tearing our family apart, I had no friends, and Mr. crazy went crazy. He broke my heart, in many ways, and until about a week ago I thought I'd never get over him. He was everything I wanted in life, he would never let me down, we were going to be together forever, and yet just like everybody else he let me down.- It was a horrible year, I didn't think I'd be able to bounce back.
Junior year- I kept in touch with Mr. crazy all summer, he told me he still loved me, always would, but couldn't be with me. I spent my whole junior watching him hookup with girls, but behind the scene still telling me to hold on and that maybe someday we will work out. I just had to "keep trying and not talk to any other guys." So that's what I did. I got played for a year, and he became the "douche bag that loved to break my heart and laugh about it with everybody else." I couldn't trust anybody, everyone was my "friend" yet always found a way to stab me in the back.
Senior year- As if it weren't enough I was still getting played by Mr. crazy, I was still friends with girls who stabbed me in the back plenty of times just to have people to vent to, and my family was still torn apart. Well, that's how it started out. This was the year I decided that my life is what I make of it. I was sitting there letting people walk all over me, and crying every night over some guy who isn't even worth it at alllllllllll, hating my dad for everything he did. By the second semester of my senior year I met my best friend. Lets call her Ms. understanding. I didn't get along with her for most of my high school experience, but meeting her saved me, she just understands. She had went through everything I did. To the "t". Many people said we weren't good for eachother, and that we brought eachother down, but we both know that we struggled through everything together. We cried together, smiled together, and in a sense we lived together. She was there for me no matter what decisions I made. She became the "the best friend who would be there no matter how hard either of our lives got" and let me tell you neither of our lives were a walk in the park. She was the extra push I needed to realize that my life is about me and the dreams I want to accomplish, not the lives of others.
Now- I moved away from the small little town, and it was the best move i've made. I have been working on my life, and realizing that though I had wondered so often why I went through what I did, things could always get better. I now have a different outlook on life. I am in the process of forgiving my dad, and realizing that everybody messes up. That the girls who worry enough to make my life hell are just insecure and jealous. That though I love Mr. crazy more than anything, he is not good for me and one day I will find a guy who will do anything for me, and I will be his life, not just a part of it. (I'm looking forward to that day!). People come and go, and the people still in my life are the ones that are worth keeping.
So remember life gets tough, and sometimes you wont want to go on. I promise it's worth it, so make the best out of it, dont take the bad things that happen to you seriously, live up the good things, and most importantly always live your life how you want because in the end its your life, not the douche bag guys, the horrible girls, or the back stabbing friends. They are just there to make you fall, and if you do they will be satisfied, so dont give them that satisfaction.
-Live life to the fullest.
-Laugh at the things that don't matter.-Love with all that you have and more.
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